The Olympics Once Had Me At Hello And Now They Kinda Don’t

There are two parts to this story I want to share, so bear with me.

Part 1

Back in 1992, I was 12 years old. At the time I was a shy and introverted kid. My childhood wasn’t the most ideal and I didn’t have a father. My mother, bless her heart, loved me to bits, still does, but her talent in raising me came in the form of unconditional…